I'm soooooo sorry for not updating for the past two months. To make it up
to the two or so people who actually read this fic, I will make sure this
chapter is really, really long. Just for you n.n; So here goes.
------ Chapter 6: Dew-touched Innocence ------
Trembling, pink touched lips had formed into a firm line, trying to subdue the threatening sobs. Honey colored eyes were downcast, pointed towards the ground as she sat hunched over, back aching like hell. It was a miracle she hadn't pass out yet.
"Would you care to explain Bradly? I'm pretty sure you have an idea as to what took place." Schuldigs voice was dripping venom, azure eyes narrowed at the all too cocky American sitting infront of him.
Brad leaned back in the chair, snaring his fingers together, "I knew you would notice sooner or later. If I must explain, I shall." He glanced towards Sarah, "Since she is obviously in no condition to talk."
Nagi rentered the room, having just disposed of the blood soaked towels he had used to clean Sarah with. He regained his seat next to the fully bandaged girl, his own gaze narrowed upon Brad as he began his little 'story'.
"As you've noticed, she has a talent. She's not only empathic, but she's able to morph, and control emotions at will. A sort of emotional leech. After the little incident she had with Farfarello, I'm sure she was running in search of strength and courage to suck from someone. If you hadn't have pushed her away, you would have been incapacited for hours...Or even worse...You would have become a blubbering ball of fear for the rest of your life."
"Is that why you let Farfie keep her? Because of her talent?" Nagi piped up.
"Partially. I let him keep her because we need her, and because I saw what would happen if they had a chance to get to know eachother."
Sarah's head shot up, and she fixed Brad with a confused look, "Nani?" Her voice croaked.
"I don't disclose the future to people who don't need to know it."
"Why do we need her? Disclose that!" Schuldig was obviously still furious.
"Our little catch here has training in her area of expertise, and our upcoming mission requires that skill."
"Training?" Echoed two voices.
"Hai. This little girl here was in Rosenkruez...For several years infact."
A shocked silence reigned, and Crawford didn't give them a chance to speak.
"According to files I only recently gained control of, thanks to Nagi, her father used to work for their American branch, and a year and a half ago, both of them, and her mother, vanished off the face of the earth. They were found in Italy about a year ago, and Eszett managed to find their location. Unfortunately, all they could get ahold of was her mother."
Sarah's eyes widened, "So...Then....They......"
"Yes. They are responsible for your mothers death."
The girl was incapable of speach, for no strength came to her. Instead, she did the only thing possible. She fainted.
Nagi glanced towards the unconcious figure collapsed in the chair, and then back towards Crawford, "Why do they want her so badly?"
"Because of the fact she can be used to make the perfect soldier. She was used to suck all fear and insecurity from Eszett's students, in order to eliminate doubt and basically, all regrets. No way of feeling guilty. They became machines. Unfortunately, everything she took from them, she absorbed, which is why she seems so unable to help herself at times, and so angry at others. She has no control over her own emotions."
They stood there, trying to absorb the huge amount of information just given to them. Schuldig was first to speak, "Why...do we...need her?"
"For our next mission, which I will disclose later. First, to deal with the matter at hand. Until she is fully healed, she is not to be in Farfarello's grip again. We need her alive. Therefor, she will be sleeping in Nagi's room."
Schuldig glanced up sharply, as Nagi nodded, "Hai. I'll keep a close eye on her."
The young male stood, Sarah's body lifting with some unseen force, slowly floating out of the room behind him. Schuldig simply stared, blinked, glared, snarled, and stalked off. With a shake of his head, Brad snatched the paper beside him and opened it, scanning the pages.
Sarah awoke to silence, and darkness. Turning over in the bed, she winced and stopped immediately as it began to hurt. Wait. Bed? Eyes glanced around in confusion, before calming down when she felt the peaceful presence nearby. She was in Nagi's room.
Optics caught hold of an alarm clock reading 6:44 am, and she leaned back down upon the pillow. The light suddenly switched on, and a sleepy Nagi glanced her way from where he was sleeping, propped up in a corner of the room.
"You're awake."
"Hai."
"You've been asleep for two days now. Brad was going to shove you out of bed today if you hadn't woken up yet. Apparently we need you tonight."
"Two days?!?" She bolted upright, causing a flash of pain to cloud her senses. She had to wait a few minutes before being able to think clearly. Glancing down, she saw she was dressed in a very loose and long, baggy mens shirt.
"It's Schu's. He figured, since we changed your bandages while sleeping, that would be easier to slip on and off."
Her face suddenly flushed, her eyes widening, "You.....You....saw me NAKED?!?" She screeched.
Nagi blushed, and she felt genuine guilt from him, "I'm sorry, but we had to. It was the only way to keep you from catching an infection. Besides. It was just Schu and I.......I couldn't do it on my own.....and Brad refused.....so Schuldig helped....He behaved himself, for some odd reason."
Sarah seemed about to faint, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Nagi's guilt turned into alarm, "Nothing happened! We bandaged you quickly and effeciently. Please understand. You weren't entirely naked. You still wore underwear."
"What a great reassurance." She spat back, before calming herself.
"Gomen ne Nagikun. I understand you were only trying to help." Her stomach suddenly rumbled ferociously.
With a smirk, the telekinetic stood and exited the room, yawning over his shoulder, "Your clothes are next to the bed. When you're done getting dressed, come out for breakfast."
Slipping slowly out of bed, despite the pain, she quickly located bag containing her wardrobe and was surprised to find a card neatly tucked inside. Pulling it out and opening it she read the little scrawled message inside.
"Farfarello sends his appologies... Oh yeah... I send my thanks. It was nice 'seeing' you." -Schuldig.
"That pervert!" With one quick lash, she ripped it in two and threw it across the room. Despite the fact she tried to get dressed quickly, she was forced to do so slowly, from pain of her backside. As soon as she had donned a light sweater and pants, she stalked out the door and into the kitchen.
Crawford was reading the newspaper and sipping coffee, while Nagi cooked breakfast and Schuldig lounged all lazy like on a nearby chair. She stalked right up to him, causing Crawford to glanced up as Schu was caught off guard by a hard thrown punch.
He toppled backwards, the chair smashing to the ground, his backside following. Sarah stood over him, her fists clenched, her bodice heaving.
"You. Fucking. Pervert."
"Sarahsan?" Nagi was obviously confused, and Brad, on the other hand, seemed oddly amused.
Schuldig had nothing really to say, and never had the chance to, before she broke off yelling at him.
"I can't believe you went and wrote that you jackass! I actually thought you had more consideration! I guess I was wrong. I don't want you to EVER. EVER...." She suddenly halted herself as emotions of regret wafted through the air. Her rage dissapated, but she still managed to finish her sentence, "....come near me again."
She turned and stalked out of the room, ignoring Nagi's looks and Crawfords smirks. However, his smirk soon vanished, as he stood abruptly, "She's heading for Farfarello's room."
Nagi and Brad quickly exited the room, leaving a still stunned and hurt Schuldig. Slowly, he stood and exited the room. In the opposite direction. The soft click of a door was heard as he left the buiding entirely.
Sarah shoved open Farfarello's room to find the madman hanging from his ceiling, eyes open and staring directly towards her. She marched up to him, her eyes meeting his in a defiant deadlock. Silence reigned as Brad and Nagi showed up at the door way and stopped.
"You." Was all she said at first, before a hand rose to smack him hard. She broke off yelling, "You fucking bastard! I am so going to fucking make you regret what you did to me! I hate you and EVERYTHING about you! How about you have a taste of your own damn medicine!"
Her hands suddenly gripped each side of his head, eyes narrowed in anger and concentration. Before she could do anything, she felt a blast of insecurity, sorrow, and guilt from him. Her grip faultered as he spoke.
"Gomen."
"Enough." Crawford's voice split the air, "Nagi."
Sarah felt herself being lifted and pulled back from the area. Brad snatched her arm firmly in his grasp and yanked her out of the room. As he shoved her rudely into the wall, she went to retaliate, but he merely caught her fist, and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Control yourself."
Her honey dazzled optics widened, and her arm grew lax, body slacking up against the wall. He released her, "I understand your anger, but you need more control over it." He turned and left her, vanishing into his room at the end of the hall.
Nagi was left with the girl, and he waved for her to follow him, "Breakfast should be about done."
He had cooked rice, toast, scrambled eggs, which were alittle over done, and bacon that had been burnt to a crisp. She ate in silence, merely glad for the food.
The day passed quickly, Sarah spending most of her time infront of the TV, scanning through channels that had her picture plastered up on it. Around 6:00, Nagi interrupted her, and led her to his room.
"We have to leave, but we'll be back in a couple of hours. Crawford says you need to stay here."
She nodded, and watched without protest as he left and locked the door behind him.
Time dragged on forever, and she spent it counting the endless number of cracks in the ceiling plaster. Finally, to her relief, she heard footsteps and voices. Minutes later, the door unlocked and opened to reveal Nagi. She sensed overwhelming bouts of guilt radiating off of him, but for what, she couldn't detect.
"Crawford wants you." He turned and left, leaving her rather confused.
After a moments hesitation, she followed suit, turning the corner to enter the living room, only to stop abruptly in her tracks. Eyes widened, maw dropped, and body grew rigid as she gazed at the scene before her.
Schuldig stood, holding an all too familiar male captive, his arms clasped behind his back, a gag wound through his teeth. Azure orbs caught sight of honey flecked. One word escaped from her maw.
"O...Omi-kun?"
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And so chapter six is finished! Chapter seven will be up shortly. Tell me what you think. Review, review!
------ Chapter 6: Dew-touched Innocence ------
Trembling, pink touched lips had formed into a firm line, trying to subdue the threatening sobs. Honey colored eyes were downcast, pointed towards the ground as she sat hunched over, back aching like hell. It was a miracle she hadn't pass out yet.
"Would you care to explain Bradly? I'm pretty sure you have an idea as to what took place." Schuldigs voice was dripping venom, azure eyes narrowed at the all too cocky American sitting infront of him.
Brad leaned back in the chair, snaring his fingers together, "I knew you would notice sooner or later. If I must explain, I shall." He glanced towards Sarah, "Since she is obviously in no condition to talk."
Nagi rentered the room, having just disposed of the blood soaked towels he had used to clean Sarah with. He regained his seat next to the fully bandaged girl, his own gaze narrowed upon Brad as he began his little 'story'.
"As you've noticed, she has a talent. She's not only empathic, but she's able to morph, and control emotions at will. A sort of emotional leech. After the little incident she had with Farfarello, I'm sure she was running in search of strength and courage to suck from someone. If you hadn't have pushed her away, you would have been incapacited for hours...Or even worse...You would have become a blubbering ball of fear for the rest of your life."
"Is that why you let Farfie keep her? Because of her talent?" Nagi piped up.
"Partially. I let him keep her because we need her, and because I saw what would happen if they had a chance to get to know eachother."
Sarah's head shot up, and she fixed Brad with a confused look, "Nani?" Her voice croaked.
"I don't disclose the future to people who don't need to know it."
"Why do we need her? Disclose that!" Schuldig was obviously still furious.
"Our little catch here has training in her area of expertise, and our upcoming mission requires that skill."
"Training?" Echoed two voices.
"Hai. This little girl here was in Rosenkruez...For several years infact."
A shocked silence reigned, and Crawford didn't give them a chance to speak.
"According to files I only recently gained control of, thanks to Nagi, her father used to work for their American branch, and a year and a half ago, both of them, and her mother, vanished off the face of the earth. They were found in Italy about a year ago, and Eszett managed to find their location. Unfortunately, all they could get ahold of was her mother."
Sarah's eyes widened, "So...Then....They......"
"Yes. They are responsible for your mothers death."
The girl was incapable of speach, for no strength came to her. Instead, she did the only thing possible. She fainted.
Nagi glanced towards the unconcious figure collapsed in the chair, and then back towards Crawford, "Why do they want her so badly?"
"Because of the fact she can be used to make the perfect soldier. She was used to suck all fear and insecurity from Eszett's students, in order to eliminate doubt and basically, all regrets. No way of feeling guilty. They became machines. Unfortunately, everything she took from them, she absorbed, which is why she seems so unable to help herself at times, and so angry at others. She has no control over her own emotions."
They stood there, trying to absorb the huge amount of information just given to them. Schuldig was first to speak, "Why...do we...need her?"
"For our next mission, which I will disclose later. First, to deal with the matter at hand. Until she is fully healed, she is not to be in Farfarello's grip again. We need her alive. Therefor, she will be sleeping in Nagi's room."
Schuldig glanced up sharply, as Nagi nodded, "Hai. I'll keep a close eye on her."
The young male stood, Sarah's body lifting with some unseen force, slowly floating out of the room behind him. Schuldig simply stared, blinked, glared, snarled, and stalked off. With a shake of his head, Brad snatched the paper beside him and opened it, scanning the pages.
Sarah awoke to silence, and darkness. Turning over in the bed, she winced and stopped immediately as it began to hurt. Wait. Bed? Eyes glanced around in confusion, before calming down when she felt the peaceful presence nearby. She was in Nagi's room.
Optics caught hold of an alarm clock reading 6:44 am, and she leaned back down upon the pillow. The light suddenly switched on, and a sleepy Nagi glanced her way from where he was sleeping, propped up in a corner of the room.
"You're awake."
"Hai."
"You've been asleep for two days now. Brad was going to shove you out of bed today if you hadn't woken up yet. Apparently we need you tonight."
"Two days?!?" She bolted upright, causing a flash of pain to cloud her senses. She had to wait a few minutes before being able to think clearly. Glancing down, she saw she was dressed in a very loose and long, baggy mens shirt.
"It's Schu's. He figured, since we changed your bandages while sleeping, that would be easier to slip on and off."
Her face suddenly flushed, her eyes widening, "You.....You....saw me NAKED?!?" She screeched.
Nagi blushed, and she felt genuine guilt from him, "I'm sorry, but we had to. It was the only way to keep you from catching an infection. Besides. It was just Schu and I.......I couldn't do it on my own.....and Brad refused.....so Schuldig helped....He behaved himself, for some odd reason."
Sarah seemed about to faint, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Nagi's guilt turned into alarm, "Nothing happened! We bandaged you quickly and effeciently. Please understand. You weren't entirely naked. You still wore underwear."
"What a great reassurance." She spat back, before calming herself.
"Gomen ne Nagikun. I understand you were only trying to help." Her stomach suddenly rumbled ferociously.
With a smirk, the telekinetic stood and exited the room, yawning over his shoulder, "Your clothes are next to the bed. When you're done getting dressed, come out for breakfast."
Slipping slowly out of bed, despite the pain, she quickly located bag containing her wardrobe and was surprised to find a card neatly tucked inside. Pulling it out and opening it she read the little scrawled message inside.
"Farfarello sends his appologies... Oh yeah... I send my thanks. It was nice 'seeing' you." -Schuldig.
"That pervert!" With one quick lash, she ripped it in two and threw it across the room. Despite the fact she tried to get dressed quickly, she was forced to do so slowly, from pain of her backside. As soon as she had donned a light sweater and pants, she stalked out the door and into the kitchen.
Crawford was reading the newspaper and sipping coffee, while Nagi cooked breakfast and Schuldig lounged all lazy like on a nearby chair. She stalked right up to him, causing Crawford to glanced up as Schu was caught off guard by a hard thrown punch.
He toppled backwards, the chair smashing to the ground, his backside following. Sarah stood over him, her fists clenched, her bodice heaving.
"You. Fucking. Pervert."
"Sarahsan?" Nagi was obviously confused, and Brad, on the other hand, seemed oddly amused.
Schuldig had nothing really to say, and never had the chance to, before she broke off yelling at him.
"I can't believe you went and wrote that you jackass! I actually thought you had more consideration! I guess I was wrong. I don't want you to EVER. EVER...." She suddenly halted herself as emotions of regret wafted through the air. Her rage dissapated, but she still managed to finish her sentence, "....come near me again."
She turned and stalked out of the room, ignoring Nagi's looks and Crawfords smirks. However, his smirk soon vanished, as he stood abruptly, "She's heading for Farfarello's room."
Nagi and Brad quickly exited the room, leaving a still stunned and hurt Schuldig. Slowly, he stood and exited the room. In the opposite direction. The soft click of a door was heard as he left the buiding entirely.
Sarah shoved open Farfarello's room to find the madman hanging from his ceiling, eyes open and staring directly towards her. She marched up to him, her eyes meeting his in a defiant deadlock. Silence reigned as Brad and Nagi showed up at the door way and stopped.
"You." Was all she said at first, before a hand rose to smack him hard. She broke off yelling, "You fucking bastard! I am so going to fucking make you regret what you did to me! I hate you and EVERYTHING about you! How about you have a taste of your own damn medicine!"
Her hands suddenly gripped each side of his head, eyes narrowed in anger and concentration. Before she could do anything, she felt a blast of insecurity, sorrow, and guilt from him. Her grip faultered as he spoke.
"Gomen."
"Enough." Crawford's voice split the air, "Nagi."
Sarah felt herself being lifted and pulled back from the area. Brad snatched her arm firmly in his grasp and yanked her out of the room. As he shoved her rudely into the wall, she went to retaliate, but he merely caught her fist, and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Control yourself."
Her honey dazzled optics widened, and her arm grew lax, body slacking up against the wall. He released her, "I understand your anger, but you need more control over it." He turned and left her, vanishing into his room at the end of the hall.
Nagi was left with the girl, and he waved for her to follow him, "Breakfast should be about done."
He had cooked rice, toast, scrambled eggs, which were alittle over done, and bacon that had been burnt to a crisp. She ate in silence, merely glad for the food.
The day passed quickly, Sarah spending most of her time infront of the TV, scanning through channels that had her picture plastered up on it. Around 6:00, Nagi interrupted her, and led her to his room.
"We have to leave, but we'll be back in a couple of hours. Crawford says you need to stay here."
She nodded, and watched without protest as he left and locked the door behind him.
Time dragged on forever, and she spent it counting the endless number of cracks in the ceiling plaster. Finally, to her relief, she heard footsteps and voices. Minutes later, the door unlocked and opened to reveal Nagi. She sensed overwhelming bouts of guilt radiating off of him, but for what, she couldn't detect.
"Crawford wants you." He turned and left, leaving her rather confused.
After a moments hesitation, she followed suit, turning the corner to enter the living room, only to stop abruptly in her tracks. Eyes widened, maw dropped, and body grew rigid as she gazed at the scene before her.
Schuldig stood, holding an all too familiar male captive, his arms clasped behind his back, a gag wound through his teeth. Azure orbs caught sight of honey flecked. One word escaped from her maw.
"O...Omi-kun?"
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And so chapter six is finished! Chapter seven will be up shortly. Tell me what you think. Review, review!